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The German Shepherd Silvern A shadow against the white canvas. Ears up, listen to something, and become alert. Two dark triangles are the falling flakes. He stands, a statue dislocated due to the winter air. The thick coating of dust, Each guarded hair holds a tiny diamond. A breath takes, A warm ghost in the cold. His feet, broad and strong, Break the undisturbed surface, Leaving deep, Purposeful prints where nothing was before. He suddenly turns his head, Eyes are intelligent, amber pools watching The slow downwards, The world wrapped and hushed. A slight shake, sending a flurry of crystals flying. Then the slow run begins, a confident, Steady rhythm through the silent, frosted field. He owns this quiet place, A loyal king of a temporary kingdom. Lines: 21 Prompt ▶︎ |